Page 19 of Fated to Her

Eli steps closer, his hand I have a hold of moving up my arm to my shoulder as he pulls me closer. I wrap my arms around him, my fingertips barely touching, before peering up at him. He dips his head, sniffing me. I barely come to his chest. He is that tall in this form.

Eli quickly shifts back, and I shiver when I feel his bones breaking while I still have my arms around him. Rough hands are replaced with warm softer ones as he clutches me to him.

“We disagree sometimes. We have been together too long. You don’t have to worry about Cyrus and me,” Eli tells me.

“Besides, it took two hundred years, but I finally got him house-trained. I’m not throwing away all that training for nothing,” says Cyrus behind me with a chuckle.

Eli growls at him.

“Down, boy,” Cyrus says with a laugh, and Eli shoots him a look.

I laugh.

“You think he is funny?” Eli asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Just a little,” I tell him

He huffs before kissing me.

I tense before relaxing. They aren’t Sam… They aren’t Sam, I tell myself.

Eli pulls back, realizing what he has done and how tense I’ve become, but I don’t mind. My heat is flaring to life as arousal floods me.

“Shit… Sorry, Addie. I—” he says, but I cut him off, my lips crashing against his, and I kiss him back desperately.

I feel his shock hit me, but I don’t care, instead kissing him harder. There is only one way to see if my heat will settle, and they won’t hurt me. They wouldn’t do what Sam did; they wouldn’t force me to be with them.

Eli kisses me back, his tongue playing with mine before he grips the back of my thighs. I wrap my legs around him, my hands on his bare chest, while his run up my thighs to my ass. Warmth spreads across my back, making me pull away and look over my shoulder to see Cyrus. His hands run up my sides over the towel as he brushes his nose across my cheek to my nose. I reach back, my hand going to the back of his neck, pulling him closer so I can kiss him.

He smiles against my lips then he kisses me back, Eli’s lips going to my neck as he nips and sucks on my skin. I move my hips against him, and he grabs my hips, pulling away.

“Addie, we don’t have to. It can wait. We have heaps of the herbs left,” he says,

I shake my head, pulling away from Cyrus. “You won’t hurt me.”

He looks at Cyrus.

“We won’t hurt you. We are yours,” Cyrus says, kissing my shoulder before his lips trail up my neck to below my ear.

Sparks burst on my skin under his touch as I tilt my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck.

“You’re sure?” Eli asks, and I reach forward, gripping the back of his head and bringing his lips to mine. He groans.

“Positive,” I say between kisses. Cyrus’s hands reach around to the front of my towel, untucking it and letting it fall to the floor at their feet.

Cyrus’s hands cup my breasts, and I feel him press closer, my nipples hardening under his touch. Eli’s grip tightens as he lifts me higher, and I wrap my arms around his neck to stop me from falling back. He moves and I find myself placed on the bed.

The comforter is soft under my back as he presses me onto the bed. I tug him closer with my legs, and his erection moves to the inside of my thigh, making my breath hitch

The bed dips near my head and hands grip under my arms. I find myself leaning against Cyrus, who has removed his shirt, his skin warm against mine. Tingles rush everywhere his skin touches.

Eli moves closer, kissing me softly before his lips move to my neck and down to my breast. He sucks on my nipple, then bites down on it. Cyrus’s hand is playing with the other one, his lips trailing down my neck. He tilts my face toward his with his other hand and brings my lips to his, his tongue moving between my lips. Eli grabs my thighs, pulling them farther apart, his tongue plunging inside my core, making my back arch off Cyrus’s chest.

I moan into his mouth. Eli’s tongue licks up my slit, parting my lips before sucking my clit into his mouth, and I move my hips against his face, my hands going to his hair as he devours me.

“You know we will have to remark you, Addie,” Cyrus says, sucking my earlobe into his mouth.

“I know. I want you to.”